tara thomas/PMLLC

Music:

Member Since: 5/22/2006
Band Website: Gravitate to MAKINGHERSTORY.NET (working progress)
Band Members: The One True Holy Almighty God by any rightful name - creative direction AND The Soular Sistren, Tara Nova - vigilant vessel, vocalist (lead and background), writer/arranger/co-producer, muse [sic] for higher
Influences: Simply, EXPERIENCE

of God/Love/Truth/my inner voicethrough Water. Wind. The primordial fire: sunshine, lightning. The wise dome, ways and work of the world's women: earth. My man. The high fashion in wearing my (he)art, Living my jewels. Birdsong. Well-earned sweat. A boom bap that exposes the parts we try to civilize. My pulse. Silence. Chat. Laughter. Inspired nudity, hence all this exposition. Blood. Deep, throbbing bass. Harps. Strings-at-large. The void. Dreams (variety pack). Movement, esp. over bridges, on trains, along dark roads, in resonance with a complement. Aunties lioness and the centaur. Mother angel. Grandma mermaid (7/12/17-6/9/06; symmetry). The first ladies ever to rock my real musical world, Sis. Hollinhead and First Lady Gilmore from St. Luke's Baptist Church in Laurelton. My first choir director, Debra Banks. My godson, the peaceful warrior Masai. The pushes of David "iPL" Dodson, Sir Najeeb Hameen, Norman Mullings, Damu Groves, Paul Bryan. The vibrant and vocalicious Tendai Watkins. My peers: Nikki Sullivan, sangin' a** Dawn McClain, Shamara Jackson, Ron "Hollywood" Jackson. See also - Sounds LikeThe Goddard process and people! Lovers (my exes or random, happy ones in my presence). Haters ('cause they actually Love me enough to inspire [breathe in/on] the refining fire that propels me light years beyond such folly. Thaaaaank ya, boo ;-*). Time, although such division is in place to help our relatively atrophied senses process the grandeur of the God in these quantum realities: what I will have belonged to me before my birth, what I "lost" my soul gave away 'round dem times too. The unknown. A loathing of fear. My f'ugly flaws, mistakes. Falling down, getting up, staying up, helping others with parts 2 and 3. Past pain and perpetual pleasure. The people in the neighborhoods; the people that I meet when I'm walkin' down the street... each day. In an order that only the moment dictates, endless respect and a trail of kisses on the many multi-genre musical hands that feed me. A through Z, 0 through 9, I thank you!

Sounds Like: The Songs of the Spheres (Experiments in Resonance and Fractal Geometry)

I mean, all manner of

breathed into lucid lullabies, psalms and Tararistic tactics ala Sassy, Minnie, Nina, 'Pac, Sweet Honey in The Rock, nature sounds, a moment's notice, more, less: Me...

so watch IT